Here's how the conversation went: (laying in bed, half asleep)
Steven: So, why are you going again tomorrow?
Me: I am going to take pictures of Avery and I want to see her.
Steven: So, why are you going again tomorrow?
Me: I am going to take pictures of Avery and I want to see her.
Steven: And when are you leaving? (btw, we've talked about this a couple times already)
Me: 2:30 ... your sister Mari is coming to watch the kids until you get home from work.
Steven: I feel like I've hardly seen you this week. What if we all go?
Me: Are you serious? That's tomorrow.
Me: 2:30 ... your sister Mari is coming to watch the kids until you get home from work.
Steven: I feel like I've hardly seen you this week. What if we all go?
Me: Are you serious? That's tomorrow.
Steven: Well, I was thinking we could just drive awhile and sleep in the car when we get tired.
Me: You're kidding, right? We have three kids under the age of six. Does that sound like fun to you???
The long and short of the rest of the conversation is that I spent the whole next day getting the entire family packed and ready to leave at bedtime. We drove at night the whole way. It probably would have been fine if we'd left a little later at night. We left at 7:30 p.m., and the kids were so excited it took them forever to fall asleep. Then, ten miles from Marysville, we were stuck in road construction on the freeway for an HOUR at MIDNIGHT. To top it all off, by the time we got out of the construction, (1:30 a.m.) , we followed Steven's mapquest directions to a private gravel road in the middle of nowhere. As we're parked someplace random trying to get directions from my mom via cell phone, and while I'm trying to calm our suddenly screaming son, a creepy bum is knocking on our car window trying to get money from us. As we started driving again, Steven and I just started laughing. How crazy are we? Three little kids, a six-hour night drive turning into eight hours, hour-long road construction, getting lost, screaming kids, and creepy bums ... it was like a comedy of errors.
The next day, pictures went great.
Me: You're kidding, right? We have three kids under the age of six. Does that sound like fun to you???
The long and short of the rest of the conversation is that I spent the whole next day getting the entire family packed and ready to leave at bedtime. We drove at night the whole way. It probably would have been fine if we'd left a little later at night. We left at 7:30 p.m., and the kids were so excited it took them forever to fall asleep. Then, ten miles from Marysville, we were stuck in road construction on the freeway for an HOUR at MIDNIGHT. To top it all off, by the time we got out of the construction, (1:30 a.m.) , we followed Steven's mapquest directions to a private gravel road in the middle of nowhere. As we're parked someplace random trying to get directions from my mom via cell phone, and while I'm trying to calm our suddenly screaming son, a creepy bum is knocking on our car window trying to get money from us. As we started driving again, Steven and I just started laughing. How crazy are we? Three little kids, a six-hour night drive turning into eight hours, hour-long road construction, getting lost, screaming kids, and creepy bums ... it was like a comedy of errors.
The next day, pictures went great.
And we also got some cute pictures of the kids holding Avery.
And our drive home went perfect. We did it in four and a half hours. The kids slept the whole way, and it felt like we were having a date. Four hours of uninterrupted talking. I don't even know the last time that happened!! Maybe we should do it again next time we need a date!
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